Hot job, hot lover, hot apartment . . . How hard can it be?
'I used to be a temp so I know what it's like to have to go out to work. But then again I used to be a lot of things: lawyer, drug dealer, estate agent, candlestick-maker, baker, tv researcher, birthday party organiser, waitress, dental nurse, conference organiser, painter and decorator, shop assistant - to name but a few.
And as far as I am concerned, it doesn't really matter what you do. You work for someone else, through the best eight hours of your day (daylight), during the best years of your life (most of your adult life), five days a week, forty-eight weeks a year when you could be lying in bed, lying in the sun, lying in front of the fire, going to the cinema, reading a book, walking in the countryside, making a beautiful meal, hanging out with your friends, spending time with your loved ones, thinking, daydreaming, fishing, sculpting, painting, planting flowers, meditating. Or having sex.'
Do you drag yourself out of bed in the morning? Wonder if you're in the right job? Have you ever had to learn life the hard way? Make it easy on yourself. Read 'Hard'.
